"Sir, that was a long time ago, and probably only the successive patriarchs knew some of the details. Zhiyou lowered his eyebrows, curled up in the shadow of the light, his mind fluttering like a dim flame.

"Say you know. Prince Qiao Wu bowed his head and flipped through the books.

"The previous witch priest occasionally mentioned two sentences, as if the tribe encountered foreign enemies when they were crossing the wilderness, and suffered heavy casualties along the way. ”

"What kind of foreign enemy, which people?"

"It's not clear. ”

Wang Ziqiao silently closed the bamboo slip in his hand, and picked up a set of books and slips connected with turtle shells. Zhi You bumped into the other party's indifferent eyes, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and immediately said: "The old man privately guessed, maybe and, and ......" He gritted his teeth and simply let it go, "It can't be separated from the Yu clan." ”

"Feather Clan. Prince Qiao Mo pondered the ancient lines on the turtle shell. At that time, the Wu clan was divided, and the Yu clan could sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, so why should they participate? And once the Yu clan made a move, they would be able to completely annihilate the Zhi clan, so how could they allow the fish that slipped through the net to escape to the wilderness?

There must be something strange in it.

"What happened to the Gong and Zhu tribes that ran away at the same time as the Zhi clan back then?" Wang Ziqiao asked again.

Zhi You replied: "I heard that it is similar to the Zhi family, and many people died on the road. Later, there was no news of them, and they may have died. ”

"Not necessarily. Prince Qiao said indifferently, "The most prominent martial arts family in the Dayan Dynasty today is a common surname. ”

Zhi Yu was taken aback: "Mr. is talking about ......"

"I'm just guessing. "Prince Qiao threw away the heavy turtle shell book, and the witch sacrifice inheritance has been rummaged through, and Zhu You's forbidden spell is not among them. Obviously, he didn't grasp the reason, otherwise he would have shot at himself before.

At that time, all kinds of emotions such as fear, jealousy, hesitation, and cringe were clearly reflected in his clear heart.

If Zhiyu's mind is light, what is reflected on Prince Qiao's heart lake is shadow. When the light moves, the shadow moves, and when you watch the movie, you know the light.

Wang Ziqiao raised his head, and his mind flashed with Zhijia's handsome and bright appearance.

At this point, the whereabouts of the inheritance of the forbidden spell are generally clear.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Zhi You glanced at Prince Qiao nervously, why is this Fang Shi interested in the Wu Clan? Is there any big secret hidden in the witch festival books? Does Prince Qiao really have insight into his dealings with the Yu Clan? Will he tell Barre about his execution?

He was suffering from gains and losses for a while, and his mind became more and more disordered.

Prince Qiao suddenly waved his sleeves and extinguished the flames, and the surroundings were suddenly dark.

Zhi Yu was shocked again.

"Is Changchun Pill still useful?" asked Prince Qiao Shi in the dark.

Zhi You had a "buzz" in his head, and his hands and feet were cold. He opened his mouth to say something, but his chest was like a heavy boulder, and he couldn't even breathe.

Prince Qiao Huoran got up and walked over step by step.

Zhiyou gasped, staggered back, and hit his back against the bamboo wall. The dark attic seemed to be turned into a prison iron cage, and the midnight mountain wind slammed against the bamboo window, like a trapped beast struggling.

"Don't deny it! The strange wisp of vitality that wanders through your internal organs must be caused by long-term consumption of Changchun Pill. Changchun Pill nourishes vitality and replenishes vitality, and is a secret longevity pill made by the Tianhuang Hui Clan, which is specially used to pay tribute to the Yu Clan. You colluded with the Feather Clan and betrayed the tribe, your sin is unforgivable!"

"Plop!" Zhi You was paralyzed to the ground, his heart was like ashes, and a series of emotional changes were visible at a glance on Wang Ziqiao's heart lake.

Taking a step forward, Prince Qiao forced himself to Zhiyou, as if pressed by the endless surging night.

He successively used various offensive methods, suppressed the causes, and worked step by step, and now it is finally time to harvest.

The two faced each other, eye to eye.

"Look at me—"

Prince Qiao snorted, his eyes were like light, like electricity, like flames, like blades, straight into the spiritual world of Zhiyou.

It is precisely the weakest moment of the heart.

Hook the soul and hit the heart!

Suddenly, the light and shadow on the heart lake reversed. If the shadow moves, the light moves!

Zhiyou was in a trance, confused, and only heard a voice full of magical charm sound: "What is your name?"

"Branches. ”

"How old?"

"The year of white life. ”

"When did you meet the Feather Clan?"

"More than thirty years ago. "The branch is like a marionette, and all questions must be answered.

"How do you get acquainted?"

"Once when I went out to collect medicine, I fell off a cliff and broke my leg, and a young man passed by to help me. He had to get medicine for his injuries, and his broken leg grew in three days. Later, I found out that he was a member of the Yu clan. ”

Prince Qiao snorted slightly, and fell off the cliff by stumbling, obviously the hands and feet of the Yu clan to lure him into the trap. It seems that more than thirty years ago, the Yu Clan infiltrated the wilderness, no!

"From now on, you will work hard for the Yu Clan, and the Yu Clan will be rewarded with Changchun Dan?"

"It's not a matter of selling my life, just let me spy on the patriarch and reveal the movements of the clan. Back then, the patriarch of the tribe was Zhiye's father, and after the old patriarch died, I stared at Zhiye, and now it is replaced by Barre and Zhijiajin. ”

Wang Ziqiao's eyes lit up: "What's really wrong with Zhi Hunting?"

"What does that melon baby know besides eating, drinking, and having fun?" Even though his mind was controlled, Zhi Yu's tone revealed strong disdain.

Prince Qiao smiled intriguingly, and then asked, "How many people are there in the Feather Clan?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen any other Feather Clan, I'm only in contact with that young man. ”

"What's his last name, what does he look like, and what level of kendo cultivation has he reached?"

"He called himself Wuqi, and he was very thin, with dark skin and shining black eyes. I don't know what kendo is, but he's very powerful, definitely better than Barre, and better than Shino. ”

"Sure enough, it was the Ube of the Feather Clan. Prince Joe muttered to himself. The Heavenly Desolate Feather Clan is known as a hundred tribes, led by the Phoenix Department and the Crane Department, and the peerless sword immortals are among them. Ube specializes in reconnaissance, surveillance, and conspiracy to assassinate, and his kendo is mainly treacherous and agile.

Whether it is the way of the sword that belongs to the martial arts, or the way of the arts, they are all unified into four levels: refining and refining qi, refining qi and returning to the gods, refining the gods and returning to the void, and refining the void and merging the way. Once a cultivator breaks through the final Refining Void Convergence Dao, he can shatter the void and ascend to immortality.

Barre's martial arts had just touched the spiritual realm, which could be regarded as the initial stage of refining qi and returning to the gods. Refining qi and relieving the spirit to comprehend the true meaning of the spirit, combined with martial arts and spells, giving birth to infinite wonders, has entered the forest of real masters. And most cultivators can only linger in the realm of refining and refining qi in their lifetime.

Wu Qi is stronger than Barre, which means that he is at least a middle and high level of refining qi and returning gods, and even the Great Perfection. Coupled with the fact that the sword path of the Yu clan is invincible and unbreakable, such a master alone is enough to monitor the decaying branch tribe.

"Has Wu Qi ever inquired about the Zhu You Forbidden Spell Technique?"

"Never. ”

Prince Qiao was slightly stunned, if it weren't for the most mysterious inheritance of the Wu clan, why would the Yu clan be eyeing the branch tribe? Is there still a hidden secret? He thought hard for a long time, and faintly felt a trace of danger, as if he was involved in a treacherous game of life and death, and if he was not careful, he would inevitably be eaten by both sides of the chess game.

The best course of action is to get out of the game right away.

It's a pity he can't.

"How did Zhiye die?"

"He went out hunting alone and died under the black sword. ”

"Why did Wuqi kill Zhiye?"

"It was a complete accident. Zhiye found himself being stalked, and took the initiative to do it. Wu Qi told me that at that time, Zhiye was like a mad dog with red eyes, stalking him to the death, and the moves were all life-threatening moves, and he really couldn't keep his hand, so he was forced to kill Zhiye. ”

Prince Qiao came up with an extremely absurd thought, could it be that Zhiye ...... He pondered for a moment, then asked, "How long will it take for the Blood-Eyed Falcon to be released to transmit and then return?"

"Less than half an hour. ”

The Blood-Eyed Falcon can fly 800 miles in an hour, and it has to delay for a while at Wuqi, so it can be seen that Wuqi's residence is about 100 miles away from Bailing Mountain. The nearby area should be deep and densely forested, suitable for hiding, and there should be plenty of water for daily washing and drinking...... Wang Ziqiao was calculating to himself, and suddenly his nostrils were hot, and two thin lines of blood oozed out.

On the heart lake, the light and shadow trembled, and it was blurred.

Zhi You was shocked, and his face showed a look of struggle, as if he was about to wake up.

Wang Ziqiao gently wiped away the nosebleed, and the red blood was on his white jade flawless fingertips, which was shocking.

He enslaved his mind and soul, and he touched the old wounds of his soul, and he was no longer able to ask any more. Time flies, heaven and earth are reformed, and his damaged soul not only did not recover, but his injuries worsened, and even such a simple spell could not be sustained.

In a few years, I'm afraid that even my own consciousness will slowly disappear in this world.

"You, what did you do to me?" Zhi You came to his senses and glared at Wang Ziqiao with a shocked face.

"You should ask yourself what you've done. Prince Joe replied.

Zhi You was stunned for a long time, and suddenly burst into tears: "I just don't want to die, I just want to live a few more years!" He trembled and grabbed the hem of Wang Ziqiao's robe, and his flabby and shriveled hands tightened, like dead vines curled in pain.

"Sir, do you know the despair of a man who is old and waiting to die? he can't climb the mountain, his skin and flesh are deflated, and he has to dirty his pants when he. If you can't do it, you will vomit and diarrhea if you eat a few more bites of meat. On a rainy day, Lao Han's legs hurt so much that he couldn't sleep, so he had to watch out the window and stay up until dawn. He looked straight at Wang Ziqiao, slowly let go of his hand, and laughed miserably: "You are still young, you will not understand." ”

Wang Ziqiao stared at Zhi You for a moment and said, "There is no trace of the spring dream, and the heart is rare and confused. Witch Priest, forget about tonight, it's good for you and me. With a flick of his sleeves, he walked to the bamboo ladder.

Zhi You looked at Wang Ziqiao's back at a loss, and suddenly chased after him, begging bitterly: "Sir, me, my blood-eyed falcon...... Can...... Give it back to me. Wang Ziqiao didn't seem to want to pursue anything, but how could he be willing to let the handle be in the other party's hands?

"The witch priest is mistaken, where did the Blood-Eyed Falcon come from? Isn't it the Blood-Eyed Sparrow in your birdcage?"

Zhi You was stunned when he heard this, and Prince Qiao had already gone down to the attic. He turned his head to look again, and the disappeared blood-eyed falcon squatted in the cage again, and the blood-red eyes showed a trace of confusion.

Zhi Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and rushed over in a panic, opened the cage door, grabbed the blood-eyed falcon, and slammed the bird's neck.

The short, mournful birdsong came to an abrupt end, and Prince Joe stopped.

In the deepest part of his spirit, the heart lake was as calm as water, and on all sides was a vast, boundless sunken lake bed, shaped like a dry basin.

Compared with that year, the heart lake has shrunk more than 10,000 times. Only by finding the forbidden spell that interprets the mystery of the soul can it be possible to recover.

Wang Ziqiao glanced back at the dark attic, what was the difference between himself and Zhiyou? Lonely floating in the vast deep sea of the night, there was no one else to see.

The only light comes from one's own eyes.

Who wouldn't hold on to that only life-saving dry grass?

This is true for Zhiyou, so is he, and the same is true for Zhijiaozhen.

Perhaps this is the most wonderful human heart in the world.

Prince Qiao smiled indifferently and looked up at the deep and endless sky.

Let's do it again.

Heaven!